Chapter 266: A Cup of Soy Milk Sparks Reflection

Arrived at the dock, the sky had already brightened.

The dock was very lively.

Although villages along the sea all have docks, Xixi Village's dock is better, and over time it has already formed a market.

Once people form inertia, unless forcibly intervened, it will be very hard to change.

Basically, those from surrounding villages who make a living by the sea all come here.

Over time, Xixi Village's dock has become the bustling scene it is today.

Wu An ordered three cups of soy milk.

It wasn't the common sweet soy milk, but jasmine iced soy milk.

It is relatively common among them.

Not many outsiders have it.

Anyway, in his previous life, Wu An worked away from home, buying soy milk for three yuan; he drank it in silence, it was truly sweet, full of technology and hard labor.

Now the soy milk in his hand is in a thin plastic bag with a straw, carried like milk tea; he can take a sip whenever he wants.

It looks cheap, and it really is cheap.

One bag for one yuan.

The fresh fragrance of jasmine and the richness of soy milk blend perfectly; each sip feels like a summer breeze brushing the heart, icy cool, drinking it down brings refreshment from mouth to stomach.

Isn't this more cost-effective than milk tea?

He had previously thought about opening a milk tea shop; otherwise, he'd just do soy milk.

Sell this one-yuan-per-bag soy milk nationwide.

Expand and strengthen.

Wu An thought, buying ten bags of soy milk at once, holding five bags in each hand, which was a bit strenuous.

Fortunately, Duan Dajie didn't stand by idly.

He kept six bags for himself, drank three in the morning, left some on the boat for when he got thirsty, and gave the other three to Duan Dajie, who happened to be selling seafood at the seaside.

What about the extra bag?

Of course it's for Duan Dajie.

Asking for help, it wouldn't be right to just offer empty words; even if it's on the way, nobody is obligated.

Amid the thanks from the old lady selling soy milk for the handsome guy taking care of business, Wu An carried the soy milk toward the fishing boat.

Wu An was also quite happy.

The old lady isn't young; if she sells the soy milk in her box early, she can enjoy the cool sooner, otherwise the sun will be strong and baking will be unpleasant.

Drinking soy milk, Wu An pondered opening a milk tea shop, creating his own brand; he estimated it's still timely to enter the market, as some well-known milk tea brands haven't appeared yet.

If he puts his mind to it, he might manage to make something of it.

But the problem arose.

He really doesn't have that much energy to spare for expanding the market, squeezing out competitors, and dealing with capital—just thinking about it gives him a headache.

So, doing his own brand and eating alone definitely won't work.

Then take another route, rely on a big tree for shade, operate franchised monopolized areas; aside from a few brands that can't join, most actually can be franchised.

Moreover, some regional agents can profit handsomely through layers of distribution; in short, strike first to be strong, strike later to suffer.

To outsiders, everywhere in this are pits.

And Wu An happened to have, in his previous life, gone out to make his way, his first job was shaking milk tea, so he still knows some milk tea brands today.

He doesn't dare claim to know exactly which brands can be franchised and which cannot, but he can say he's well informed.

This can be done.

However, first we still need a store in the town; doing business in town is naturally not exciting, but it can serve as a training flagship store.

In the future, stores will open everywhere, and he definitely won't be able to manage them all.

To develop well, the foundation is important.

During training, set standards, abide by rules; with a benchmark, going out to do things will naturally be better.

Can be done.

Wu An, biting his habit, nodded silently.

This matter is quite troublesome; he has no time for it, but Gu Anran should be willing.

Just then, A Qing ran over.

He opened the lunch box, took out a hot sea snail bun, bit into it—very fresh, not at all fishy, and he didn't know how Aunt Juan made it.

He has made it before; ordinary home cooking he can handle, but when it comes to the hometown flavor of ordinary dishes, he just can't master the heat.

A household without a woman just won't do.

Eating the sea snail bun, Wu An pondered building a house.

He must build the house quickly; he wants a golden house to hide his beauty!

It's not that he necessarily needs Gu Anran to cook tasty food for him; if she were at home, he would certainly spend more time there.

By then, the two could do things together, making what they like to eat.

Wu An thought about it and felt blissful.

Blissful to the point of bubbling!

After waiting about ten minutes, Lao Fu Tou arrived on his bicycle.

A Qing greeted with a smile: "Old Fu, why not come by electric bike? Exercise your body!"

Lao Fu Tou said unhappily: "I'm idle? Working on the boat exhausts me to death, and I still exercise."

"I also want to ride an electric bike."

It's not that we don't have it at home.

A Qing glared: "Isn't it you, you're a five-guarantee household, still working on the boat, how can you be this poor?"

"What's wrong? Not possible?" Lao Fu Tou shouted with full vigor, seeming rather proud: "I'm just this poor!"

"Okay, you're impressive, but don't be arrogant—I used to be just as poor as you." A Qing shook his head, sighed: "Since I've been following big brother out to sea fishing, and now with the whole boat going out, I've been getting richer and richer."

What do you suggest we do?

Lao Fu Tou doesn't know what to do about this.

Lao Fu Tou speaks without thinking.

But he suspects A Qing has no brain.

What the hell is he sighing about?

If you think you have money, give it to me.

If you're saying A Qing is just showing off, but he doesn't look like it.

Wu An handed over the soy milk, saying: "Lao Fu, where's your money?"

Lao Fu Tou took the soy milk, saying: "I spent it all on liquor."

"Come to my place another day, I'll treat you to drinks."

"I'm not bragging, I have plenty of Maotai, some aged for years."

Wu An suddenly realized, asking: "You're soaking medicinal wine?"

Lao Fu Tou said: "Definitely."

"I also have wild ginseng."

"I even have that thing from a tiger."

"Don't look at me living in an old stone house in the village; if I sold my stockpile, I could easily buy a house in the county."

Wu An believed it.

As they spoke, the three boarded the boat.

Lao Fu Tou voluntarily took the helm, smoothly pulling away from the dock.

They set out at this time, not too early nor too late, so there were quite a few fishing boats just heading out; looking across the sea, it was quite a sight.

If Wu An were steering, he'd have to carefully control the speed, not daring to go too fast, fearing an accident would leave no time to react.

Lao Fu is skilled and bold, opening full throttle straight for the target sea area.

Wu An added some luck value to the fishing boat.

That counts as insurance.

If an accident or collision really happened, the fishing boat, having been bolstered by luck value, would surely suffer less damage than the other party.

Lao Fu Tou had been steering for a while, quite surprised: "A An, this boat is interesting—plenty of horsepower, speed picks up fast, and it's very steady."

Wu An smiled and casually said: "That's because your skill is good."

Lao Fu Tou doubted: "Really?"

"Has my skill gotten this good?"

"How would I not know?"